Day 146, Saturday, October 25th
Sundown, The doctors' offices

Sundown brings a bite to the night air. I am still warm from my recent visit to the farm. I laugh at my own ritual of placing the sign out front the office. The sandwich board seems a better indicator of my presence than any kind of regular office hours. My routine lasts only as long as ( Read more... )

Day 145, Friday, October 24th
Past midnight, before dawn
Outside of town

Her moans are fitting to the luscious taste of her blood in my mouth. A slow lick begins the process of healing for her pierced thigh. Her eyes are still blurred with her orgasm and the mental overlay I gave her of lovemaking. Her guilt will hide it from her husband, while the ( Read more... )

Friday at Dusk, October 16th, Day 138

Open hours once more. Friday nights I seldom have regular appointments, perhaps it is everyone wanting their weekends to be free of introspection. This week has been full of gossip more than treatment. Word of a madwoman finally taking her own life in an inferno. Perhaps I could have met this Anushka and helped ( Read more... )

Sunday, October 11th
Day 133
Evening

The week has seemed to drag by at an incredibly slow pace, and the news Cain brought didn’t help it much. That was the second time I’d heard the name Lilith and he seemed a little surprised that I had heard of her at all, though I didn't say from where. Just the thought of what she did to poor Laurence makes my ( Read more... )

Wednesday, September 30th
Dr. Banderez' Office, Dusk

Wrestling the sign out front, I grimace at the low light and wish I had my sunglasses at hand. Soon enough, the sign indicating open office hours is out front and I can return to my office. The last few weeks have been amusing. The frantic bustle of the town bringing a few new patients, others have ( Read more... )

Thursday, September 17th, day 109
Carnival, twilight

My patient calendar is slowly filling. So many troubles for such a small town. Some I help, some I encourage in their depravity. So far it is all based on whim. I never have liked big plans, too easy for them to go wrong. Much easier to live in the moment and pluck the fruits that fate brings to ( Read more... )

Location: Road leading back into Excolo

Night of Friday, September 11th

I wonder at the pale shade of my skin in the moonlight.

It’s been a long day with promises of it being longer if I don’t hurry back to town. It started out innocent enough, running a few errands, bringing out a basket of goods baked in the Abbey to the home of one of our church ( Read more... )

Day 101, Wednesday, September 9th, 2am

The doctor still doesn't seem to have gotten used to me. My cheerful waves when we see each other in the waiting room don't seem to have improved his disposition either. Of course, his grumbling is half the fun. Our upstairs neighbor seems more scarce. I can't say I mind it as I have already had quite a few ( Read more... )

Day 98, Sunday, September 6th, early dawn hours: Doctor's Office

Standing, I clap the dust from my hands and stretch the kinks out of my back. The coverings over the windows are secure enough not to let the dawn's light in, but I feel it in the sapping of strength from my limbs. I may be disinclined to manual labor, but if I must at least I do it ( Read more... )